This is a song about "Sophie s birthday"

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I want to feel her in every way

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

It ain't my birthday today

She say all men treat her wrong way

Now you buying birthday presents

And i need you to show me love

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Your birthday and anniversary

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And my friends, chloe, sophie? what about fucking naomi?

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see