This is a song about "Henry s birthday"

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

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

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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