This is a song about "My 17th birthday"

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Your birthday and anniversary

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Now you buying birthday presents

She need now, she ain't never needed love

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

He died on my 16 birthday,

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My nigga kato, ready for whatever