This is a song about "Dad birthday"

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

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Wonder if they take it all back

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.