This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

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

Bitches on his dick [deck]

Give us this day, our daily bread

But luckily tim changed my year

Haters beware, i can see clear

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Your birthday and anniversary

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And ur never on his level

Yes bitch, that's a presidential