This is a song about "My 17th bday"

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of a gun

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And if i do go you better come through

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands