This is a song about "Dad birthday"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Your birthday and anniversary

And i need you to show me love

Now you buying birthday presents