This is a song about "My 17th birthday"

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

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

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

I swear i'm coming back one day

He died on my 16 birthday,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.