This is a song about "50th birthday"

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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.

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

They say nothings ever free

Your birthday and anniversary

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

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