This is a song about "Friends 40th birthday"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

You ain't even call me on my birthday

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Now you buying birthday presents

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

And she gon let it loose, hey

He died on my 16 birthday,

Since we were never really friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Shake junt, get buck my friends