This is a song about "Birthday cake and clubbing"

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

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

Im on, im on tha way

It ain't my birthday today

Now you buying birthday presents

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We both had dreams of being great

Saying life's a piece of cake

He died on my 16 birthday,

For us to find our way