This is a song about "Weed birthday"

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

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

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

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

Gotta say it was a good day

He died on my 16 birthday,

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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