This is a song about "Birthday rap"

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,

But more importantly taught me to pray

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Watch them get they monica on all day

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Your birthday and anniversary

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

As: other plans got in the way

He died on my 16 birthday,