This is a song about "Birthday boy"

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

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

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Same shit you said yesterday

He died on my 16 birthday,