This is a song about "Birthday dad"

I know what you do with that

Well its between you and dad

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

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

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

And i got that bait, they all bad

Like football your ass smacked dad