This is a song about "Its your birthday"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

You open it hopin its your contract

I'll tell you baby that we're through

If your broke its cuz i broke you

Its busting blowing up your desires

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Its time to put down your knives

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Now its your turn to die