This is a song about "Elise s birthday"

Bad, just like an 80's car

And could i be a star

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

He died on my 16 birthday,

And my niggas say

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

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',