This is a song about "Its my birthay"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

Its etched in my genetic code forever

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Two reflections into one

If its not in my system

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Its in my mind, its takin over, its gettin closer

You was just a little smaller but you still roller

Like its my fault you're consistently

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Now its time to get my point across