This is a song about "Its a birthday"

Its gonna be a a test

Hold up yea we the best

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

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

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Its hard to be a barbarian

He died on my 16 birthday,

I have so much to say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

You ain't even call me on my birthday