This is a song about "It s my birthday"

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And i'm a just take another guess

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

S on my chest like a superman vest

See i can only love you when you undressed

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys