This is a song about "My birthday"

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Like a rhyme with birthday and first place then they call that sublime

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

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

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

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

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