This is a song about "Happy birthday dad"

Now you buying birthday presents

And i need you to show me love

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Im happy with the score

Kick in the door

But i ain't get to see you today

You ain't even call me on my birthday

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

I'mma live and die in cali