This is a song about "His birthday"

Murder his family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Then some lady named billie holiday

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way