This is a song about "Birthday cats and chocolate"

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Your birthday and anniversary

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

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

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

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Take me away away

It ain't my birthday today