This is a song about "Its her birthday"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

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

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Cause if ima sock her its gonna be with the dick and not a kick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Keep losing my way

He died on my 16 birthday,

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

You was bigger than an artist

Ask her what's the problem she'll tell you its nothing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring