This is a song about "His birthday"

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

Night i need that she comin here right away

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/