This is a song about "Birthday suit"

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

He died on my 16 birthday,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Your birthday and anniversary

This rap shit don't suit you, rather shoot you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

You ain't even call me on my birthday

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

He dont want the diamonds

Now you buying birthday presents