This is a song about "Mh 17"

You won 17-13 cause of all those fake fuckin accounts.

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

At 1 minute and 17 seconds, is when this rap i'm ending

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Intoxicating, your now unsurprisingly assassinated

While i'm making history

17 years old, and no one seems to see

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting