This is a song about "Birthday wala bance"

She do everything i say

He died on my 16 birthday,

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Now you buying birthday presents

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Your birthday and anniversary

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her