This is a song about "Its her birthday"

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

I'm the new generation generatin hate an pussy penetratin, spittin fireballs worse than satan

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide