This is a song about "Happy birthday parvez"

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Must be something you want me to see

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

A criminal grind nigga

It makes me happy uh..

He died on my 16 birthday,

And we here to stay

Real light jab to opponents

Now you buying birthday presents