This is a song about "Bad birthday"

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

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

The third one is mixed, white and black

It's actually disastrously bad

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

Luxury life, results living bad

And that's jay line i had to quote that

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house