This is a song about "Happy birthday mate"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

If only i could find my soul mate,

My fake accent ain't the only thing i put down under mate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Never late but awake mate/

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

It ain't my birthday today

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I let her decorate the real estate

On they twitter writing novels, see

Your birthday and anniversary

Girl would give anything to have her soul mate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I'm on the british south east coast mate