This is a song about "Birthday of a person"

Every type of person, can't see my now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Made me a better person

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Use to always be shy not a people person

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

You're a faggot person that's for certain

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Change shit and become a better people person

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid