This is a song about "Ryett s second birthday"

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Funny 1st verse serious second,

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less