This is a song about "Happy couple abot to get married"

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

I take a "happy halloween" as lets get the beef started

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Trying to find her happy place, she hopes to get there soon

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Remember when we went to happy times

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one