This is a song about "Gingersheeps birthday"

And talking shit we gon' party all day

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

It ain't my birthday today

For a perfect mother’s day

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

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