This is a song about "His birthday"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

He died on my 16 birthday,

Momma say, you making me lose pay

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

You ain't even call me on my birthday

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Jimmy back me, child

His thoughts disorganized