This is a song about "Be happy"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I'd be happy if i could make a trifle

But her mother recovered, and they could be happy still

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Wont be happy til this pint of vodkas threw

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Still got my future ahead, should be happy i'm not dead

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Just now someone told me to just be happy

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I still struggle to try and be happy, every damn day,

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way