This is a song about "My 17th birthday"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,