This is a song about "Birthday troll brother troll bucks"

Where you welcome to problems

Im busy makin big bucks

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

To my own fucking brother

When we not in summer

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.