This is a song about "Birthday of amzad"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

They say nothings ever free

Your birthday and anniversary

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Out of this coviction of feelings

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

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

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff