This is a song about "Birthday rap"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Your birthday and anniversary

Imma spit this angry rap

Or let the mob handle that

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

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Round my motherfuckin way

He died on my 16 birthday,

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

I make forty-some dollars a day

He finally begins to rap,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep