This is a song about "Your birthday"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

And when it come to the cash

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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