This is a song about "Sister birthday"

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

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

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

We can talk things over a little a while

She can't know where my mother stay

It ain't my birthday today

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

My steak good, i got a good cut like splinter

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,