This is a song about "Birthday rap"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I'm from the number one place on the map

To every verse of my rap

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Now you buying birthday presents

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Sneak up on attack

Still unravelling rap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

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

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