This is a song about "Birth day sex"

Talking about the god you serve

So its death before birth

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Adabo to my haters

Had the nerve since my birth/

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

For sure, you were made special at birth.

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Quays made a baby his birth rates new