This is a song about "Gingersheeps birthday"

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Round my motherfuckin way

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Now you buying birthday presents

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

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