This is a song about "Stephys birthday"

On the slow jam of love

Now you buying birthday presents

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

He died on my 16 birthday,

Gotta say it was a good day

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Take me away away

It ain't my birthday today

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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