This is a song about "Auntie birthday"

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

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

Momma say, you making me lose pay

It ain't my birthday today

He died on my 16 birthday,

Im im on tha way

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

You ain't even call me on my birthday

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Your birthday and anniversary

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three