This is a song about "Birthday mommy"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

Didn't hit me that she wasn't the same mommy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Who got three dick sucks straight from your mommy

Knowing you was getting by hardly

Then get some back to mommy

I’m tryna be low key