This is a song about "Birthday mommy"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

He died on my 16 birthday,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Who got three dick sucks straight from your mommy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Up beside your mommy and daddy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

It ain't hard to make money

Run tell mommy, tattle on me,

My mommy my mommy wont let me have cake until i eat my broccoli..

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree