im the birthday boy, when i smoke, i display joy, someone hand me a forty and shake that ass for me, clank that glass for me, then raise your lighters to the sky, tonight we all gon get high, so break it down, roll it up, and put it to your lips, roll up the windows blow smoke and go for a dip, so let's fuck up our livers with some cheap liquor, i ain't never been a giver, always been a sinner, bitch pass the swisher, now im a stoner, aka the joker, fuck being sober, south san jose, , south of the bay, 420 gang,  we gettin high all the way, tonight everythang gon be okay, no hate, get high no debate, pass the the joint, don't make me hold yo ass at gun point, this gas will have you passin out like flyers, so hit the bong and get higher, yeah kill the bong like myers, yeah this gas fire, so homie even if you don't know me, listen closely and smoke, be just like me, you anti weed, bite me, i don't take dissin lightly, pick up the pen if you wanna fight me, i just wish i could freeze this moment, and own it, that's why this joint imma smoke it Yeah bitch im the birthday boy, when i smoke, i display joy, someone hand me a forty, shake that ass for me, clink that glass for me, and raise your lighters to the sky, tonight we all gon get high, so break it down, roll it up, and smoke up.