This is a song about "Birthday comin up"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

He died on my 16 birthday,

I swear i'm coming back one day

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

With the dog comin’ to pee

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

Anything to please us. comin up with words out of no where got some hair

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

And man we comin for you