This is a song about "Birthday rap"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

What influences you to rap

Until i started to lose my way

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

He finally begins to rap,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that