This is a song about "Birthday cats and chocolate"

It’s not a game, hold your dame

For the new cats to come and take the fame

He died on my 16 birthday,

It has been this way

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that