This is a song about "Birthday suit"

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

But i ain't get to see you today

Yo girl's heart seen my diamonds so you know it suit her

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

It ain't my birthday today

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute