This is a song about "Moms birthday"

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

No lies, your moms vagina is enticing,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Here i go again, falling in love

Now you buying birthday presents

All up under the covers day

It ain't my birthday today

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Still living home with ya moms/