This is a song about "Thomas birthday"

He died on my 16 birthday,

But i - somehow, some way

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

You ain't even call me on my birthday

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

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