This is a song about "Birthday for my boyfriend"

Gotta say it was a good day

You ain't even call me on my birthday

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

Your birthday and anniversary

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Here i go again, searching for love

Now you buying birthday presents

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Your boyfriend can kick our asses blindfolded.

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you