This is a song about "Birthdays"

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

His birthdays coming wonder if he's happy in heaven

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?

Will still catch you niggas off guard like victims of surprise birthdays

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace