This is a song about "His birthday"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

He died on my 16 birthday,

I've got so much to say

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Now you buying birthday presents

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

You ain't even call me on my birthday

If you didn't know i feel this way

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake