This is a song about "Gg s birthday"

Now you buying birthday presents

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

You ain't even call me on my birthday

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

S on my chest like a superman vest

Now move a little bit to the left

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,