This is a song about "It ya birthday"

And i need you to show me love

Now you buying birthday presents

To soho, baby milo so dope

Perhaps it goes right down ya throat,

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Your birthday and anniversary

Plottin' don’t even worry

No car key and i mean that

When ya knew that on was it

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

If ya living it then ya know you wit dah set

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

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

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match