This is a song about "Gg s birthday"

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

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

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

It ain't my birthday today

I make forty-some dollars a day