This is a song about "Birthday"

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Back in the motherfuckin bay

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

It ain't my birthday today

Just to go to liv on a sunday

He died on my 16 birthday,

I was raised this way

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

Your birthday and anniversary

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