This is a song about "My birthday"

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

He died on my 16 birthday,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

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

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/