This is a song about "Your birthday"

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

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

Stuck in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

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

Momma say, you making me lose pay

He died on my 16 birthday,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Your on fire.. your on fire

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Now you buying birthday presents

She can make a pimp fall in love