This is a song about "It ya birthday"

Ya don't get it do you,

South beach fountain blue

If ya living it then ya know you wit dah set

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

When you die spend it all you cant take it with ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Cause we done did that

But ya fucking blew it

Could be applied to this shit

Ya love it gone admit it

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

He died on my 16 birthday,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I let it slide with no mind, thought ya learned ya lesson,