This is a song about "Elise s birthday"

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

You ain't even call me on my birthday

The outline which you n****s out dated

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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 confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

I just want somebody i can see

Your birthday and anniversary