This is a song about "My nigga s birthday"

They infiltrate our homes, africa

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

It ain't my birthday today

For a perfect mother’s day

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

You ain't even call me on my birthday

You make a nigga's night turn day

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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