This is a song about "44 birthday"

Give the game more parity and spit that pussy rap remedy/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Came back and scorched y'all the second time/

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday