This is a song about "Clara s birthday"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

We hustle to survive

It´s the battle of life

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say