This is a song about "Birthday for kids"

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Now you buying birthday presents

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I have more hunger for writin than starvin dyslexic kids

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Parents pay green for their kids to go smoke it

Tell me how can we live this way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,