This is a song about "Birthday cats and chocolate"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Your birthday and anniversary

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

They call it chocolate vanilla

You're fucking with me, nigga

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Now you buying birthday presents