This is a song about "For the birthday s"

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

That's why she ignore my flowers

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine