This is a song about "Flock 17"

I got 800 invisible men

It's like i'm 17 again

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

You fags think it's all a game, 'til i walk a flock of flames

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

So get up, its time to start nation building

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

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

I need a 17 car garage

You pull up in parking lots

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Bitches flock to the ciroc used to get off in socks

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police