This is a song about "Birthday"

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

Now you buying birthday presents

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

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

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

It ain't my birthday today