This is a song about "Happy birthday grandma"

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Your birthday and anniversary

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

You ain't even call me on my birthday

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

It makes me happy uh..

You're fucking with me, nigga

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

And talking shit we gon' party all day

And happy if its forever

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Hopin' that my niggas see