This is a song about "My nigga s birthday"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Your birthday and anniversary

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

But if you want, the beef my nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Clap two times if you drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red