This is a song about "Happy birtday"

Its all bullshit, you gotta do what makes you happy

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Im happy with the score

And you ain't gotta go to war

And i'm happy once again

In the heartz of men

It makes me happy uh..

You made me wanna

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

When we were happy simultaneously

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see