This is a song about "Its a birthday party"

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party