This is a song about "Sophie s birthday"

And i need you to show me love

Now you buying birthday presents

It ain't my birthday today

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

You ain't even call me on my birthday

But i - somehow, some way

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your birthday and anniversary

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape