This is a song about "Some one birthday"

Just need some syllables to go one up

Bitches is artificially duck

He died on my 16 birthday,

She do everything i say

Remember one thing, if y'all spittin some filler lines/

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

One is because we're all different and some are not livin' it

Plottin' don’t even worry

Your birthday and anniversary

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play