This is a song about "My birthday"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

My words are my rhythm

I told him get his 9 and run

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Your birthday and anniversary

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

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

You ain't even call me on my birthday

I just shake dice

See my pain through my eyes,

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

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way