This is a song about "Birthday cake"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Now you buying birthday presents

Back in the motherfuckin bay

He died on my 16 birthday,

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

It ain't my birthday today

Why i can't move away

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Supposed to get the cake at the mart