This is a song about "My birthday"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Plottin' don’t even worry

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

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep