This is a song about "Its her birthday"

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

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

He died on my 16 birthday,

Round my motherfuckin way

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

But after a drink its her pussy he was hurting,

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting