This is a song about "Your birthday"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Of impactful things one can ask for

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Now you buying birthday presents

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

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

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Just put your hand on the glass

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Parking lot of the blue flame