This is a song about "Happy birthday to you"

Remember when we went to happy times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I wasn't happy to know u fucked her when we were together

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Just now someone told me to just be happy

But five years from now i bet she see

To keep you happy ile do all i can,

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Of all that i could do, and how happy you could be

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Your family will be happy to know that you are gone,