This is a song about "Birthday bash"

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Your birthday and anniversary

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'm just a pieces of thrash,so bash who you want it to be,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'll bash your brains in and watch your skull shatter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say