This is a song about "Kristas birthday"

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

It ain't my birthday today

And my niggas say

Like her birthday how was her day so far i was learning this from afar and apart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your birthday and anniversary

This is hip hop for today

He died on my 16 birthday,