This is a song about "Happy birthday"

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Your birthday and anniversary

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

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

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Its all bullshit, you gotta do what makes you happy

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It ain't my birthday today

If you out there let me hear you say

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

I swear i'm coming back one day

You ain't even call me on my birthday