This is a song about "Kristas birthday"

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Get in the mood on blacc friday

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

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

So close i could give flip a play

He died on my 16 birthday,

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

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

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

I need money in a major way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

How i think about you every day

Now you buying birthday presents

But most times darling the sequel sucks