This is a song about "My 17th bday"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

These my rhymes and my story

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And tell me why would we just think about

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

And losin all his money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior