This is a song about "Happy 57th"

Pretty happy with where i live

Call the network dipset family ties

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Remember when we went to happy times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

When we were happy simultaneously

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree