This is a song about "Flock 17"

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

To this day, the game, will never be the same

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

You got 2 and 17 as you record, what the fuck?

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Shes only 17 years old

All this paper i fold

I'mma ... hrrr ... oh a flock can't rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Am dope as fuck am 17 years old mc like ice tea