This is a song about "Birthday rap"

Imma spit this angry rap

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You ain't even call me on my birthday

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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,

She was wet off the bat

What influences you to rap

Can't win with a passive attack

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

To every verse of my rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap