This is a song about "Birthday suit"

He died on my 16 birthday,

And my niggas say

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Pink bandanna is my suit

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

There’s nothing positive about that man in the suit,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

And all women who had light features, see

Your birthday and anniversary

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Money is essential so money, case, need job interviews so suit, case