This is a song about "My 17th birthday"

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

You ain't even call me on my birthday

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?

Your birthday and anniversary

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

He died on my 16 birthday,

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

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