This is a song about "Kristas birthday"

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Now you buying birthday presents