This is a song about "My birthday"

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

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

Now you buying birthday presents

See boy she been in love

You ain't even call me on my birthday

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Underrated some would say

He died on my 16 birthday,

My words are my rhythm

Just a place that they can come

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

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

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way