This is a song about "Ya birthday"

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Im on, im on tha way

He died on my 16 birthday,

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

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

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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