This is a song about "Girl 17 birthday"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Im beat this beat like a light rug,go see my girl give her a tight hug,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

He died on my 16 birthday,

I need money in a major way

You ain't even call me on my birthday

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

And me and my girl always seem like we headed in different ways

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me