This is a song about "Ya birthday"

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I let that choppa intersect ya

He died on my 16 birthday,

But i - somehow, some way

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

If you out there let me hear you say

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime