This is a song about "Happy borthday"

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

On trial for possession of some chronic

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Now i can't feel happy by myself.

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free