This is a song about "My dad s 50th birthday"

Then push the milk on a slow bend

S on my chest like a superman vest

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Like being garbage some type of disease

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

You can guess where my dad was

And talking shit we gon' party all day

You ain't even call me on my birthday