This is a song about "Birthdays for my nigga"

I said, "i'll delete my twitter for my motherfucking nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

On the stand i'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Man my nigga really gone

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

You're sayin the same thing as before just with a different tone

Together all the timethought it was true love

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Then ask a nigga for clarity

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

This nigga can suck my dick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her