This is a song about "Birthdays for my nigga"

For a true nigga who wants you

My home girl told me i got an issue

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

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

She's rejecting all of me, my true self is what i've shown.

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

How beautiful are thou, africa

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,