This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

Pussy bitch he wouldn't do nothing while his on his own

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Your birthday and anniversary

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

You make a nigga's night turn day

It ain't my birthday today

You ain't even call me on my birthday

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday