This is a song about "Happy birt"

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

Im happy with the score

Or something that you paid for

Pretty happy with where i live

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I’m tryna be low key

Happy sadness lonely

And happy if its forever

Said when i do dirt wit her