This is a song about "Multiple gifts"

Every bar i spit i'm slippin in these multiple rhymes

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I feel like i was born in multiple times

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Tried multiple drugs, took multiple shots of alcohol

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Strength built through multiple generations of coatings and coding

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Thats multiple different figures

So you finally got the nerve