This is a song about "My birthday"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

My words are my rhythm

They had a hell of a run

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt