This is a song about "Birthday boy"

That's all they say looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Way too much right here is at stake

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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