This is a song about "Abigail s 17th birthday"

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Oh i gotta face the day

He died on my 16 birthday,

Your birthday and anniversary

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

S queezys very bold

All this paper i fold

Now you buying birthday presents

She can make a pimp fall in love

The outline which you n****s out dated

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Another round what the song say

It ain't my birthday today