This is a song about "Happy birthday son"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Your birthday and anniversary

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It makes me happy uh..

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Get on my level son

I'm a son of gun

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Must be something you want me to see

I wonder so often

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Im happy with the score

So tell me why are we at war

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way