This is a song about "Happy birthday to my love"

I love to pull out my gun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Going to be filled with potholes, look yull see my dark un happy eyes

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

Suicid/ my mother will never love me/ only enough love to give to

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Sign on my dick that say

It ain't my birthday today

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Ok now everythings wonderful

Cause she made love to my rifle