This is a song about "Happy crappy laffy taffies"

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

So happy that you're tearing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Entwine,meaning that this crappy artist i'm versing is about to be wiped off from

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Just believe in yourself and you'll be happy

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

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

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

I actually was happy and glad

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.