This is a song about "Gg s birthday"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We don't believe you, you need more people

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday