This is a song about "Happy birthday to my love"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

A test or/ audition to prove my love to you/

I love to pull out my gun

What up girl, tell me how you been

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

Only chicken heads chicken out

Just to show my love too astound,

My love is a masterpeace to thrive in

And i like my girls with ambition

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

He died on my 16 birthday,

But i dont never play