This is a song about "Birthday suit"

He died on my 16 birthday,

So they taught me to spray

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Now you buying birthday presents

He dont want the diamonds

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

That i have to respond wearing my suit on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom