This is a song about "Polish birthday"

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

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Of the prodigy i polish,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Your birthday and anniversary

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Lying to yourself, all over an image