This is a song about "Birthday gift"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

You ain't even call me on my birthday

She say all men treat her wrong way

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

He dont want the diamonds

Now you buying birthday presents

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

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