This is a song about "A sweet birthday"

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

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

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

You ain't even call me on my birthday

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

She a rather do the whole navy fleet, sweet jesus

Where every recipient, property of the state

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

A girl like her, makes a sweet, loving wife.

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Niggas think im sweet so eat my up like a popsicle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Man i smoke that marjorie simpson

These rappers cheap thriften, for a sweet listen