This is a song about "India birthday"

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

After that, she say

He died on my 16 birthday,

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way