This is a song about "Birthday cats and chocolate"

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

He died on my 16 birthday,

After that, she say

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Here i go again, searching for love

Now you buying birthday presents

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

And all women who had light features, see

Your birthday and anniversary

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks