This is a song about "My birthday gloday"

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

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

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now you buying birthday presents

See boy she been in love

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

But i ain't get to see you today

He died on my 16 birthday,