This is a song about "24th birthday"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

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

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

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way