This is a song about "Sad birthday"

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

To put it simply, they're just sad.

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

When i was mad, you thought i was sad

Do just feeling a little sad

And there's no way i can pay you back

So close i could give flip a play

He died on my 16 birthday,

It makes me sad to see it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

You ain't even call me on my birthday

But i ain't get to see you today

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,