This is a song about "Its a birthday party"

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Your birthday and anniversary

Makes for a hell of party

On they twitter writing novels, see

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Party in your head there a club in your dread

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see