This is a song about "But she was only 17"

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

If only support was found, so close to the hope when she whore'd around

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

But along only schemes they was selling us,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

She tried to wake him up but their was no breath inside......

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I had a mate but she was ape and coudnt take shape

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

If only support was found, so close to the hope when she whore'd around

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

I was the only one she didn't want parts from

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some