This is a song about "Friends birthday"

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

You ain't even call me on my birthday

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

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

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

I've got so much to say

He died on my 16 birthday,

He's got nothing without his friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents