This is a song about "My fend s birthday"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

S on my chest like a superman vest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Your birthday and anniversary

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you buying birthday presents

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed