This is a song about "Its a birthday"

That's another topic, we should start a project

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Thinking its a partial differential equation

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away