This is a song about "Craigs birthday"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

It has been this way

He died on my 16 birthday,

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Your birthday and anniversary

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you buying birthday presents

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

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