This is a song about "Raymond s birthday"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and

He died on my 16 birthday,

And we here to stay

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

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