This is a song about "Mh 17"

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Slowly stumbling, steadily crumbling, everyday tumbling

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Cause my thing something vicious

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

This declaration, a representation of my dedication/

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators