This is a song about "Birthday wishes"

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You ain't even call me on my birthday

But more importantly taught me to pray

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

As: other plans got in the way

It ain't my birthday today

I pray everyday to make my wishes be blissful

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day