This is a song about "Kayla s birthday"

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Round my motherfuckin way

He died on my 16 birthday,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

It ain't my birthday today

Struggling first class, headed for the runway

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

It´s the battle of life

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep