This is a song about "Birthday comin up"

Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

See i'm comin for your top

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

But fuck it, i'mma break loose, celebrate the hulks birthday?

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Comin' up in the rap game gonna blow up soon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Not to mention wale is on the way

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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