This is a song about "Weed birthday"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

He died on my 16 birthday,

Momma say, you making me lose pay

If i should die before i wake

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Me and my peeps often meet

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

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