This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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

It ain't my birthday today

Might as well pre pay

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And ur never on his level

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Your birthday and anniversary