This is a song about "Happy birthdays"

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

The science and the art, africa

It makes me happy uh..

I don’t care where ya are

And happy if its forever

I actually was happy and glad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

On trial for possession of some chronic

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

So happy that you're tearing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Im happy with the score

The shit that i spit is more

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader