This is a song about "Ya birthday"

But make sure if they do see

Your birthday and anniversary

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Hit it or four play

He died on my 16 birthday,

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

But dont go in raw

But do ya know what fuck ya!

And thats all because ya

I ain't, mad, at cha