This is a song about "30th birthday"

It ain't my birthday today

Momma say, you making me lose pay

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

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

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

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Your birthday and anniversary

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Remember the 30th of november?

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Gotta say it was a good day