This is a song about "Happy birthday parvez"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Now you buying birthday presents

He died on my 16 birthday,

I make forty-some dollars a day

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

Its all bullshit, you gotta do what makes you happy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

Call the network dipset family ties

Pretty happy with where i live