This is a song about "Raymond s birthday"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

My nigga, its all love

Now you buying birthday presents

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

You ain't even call me on my birthday

It´s the battle of life

And when i start to rise

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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