This is a song about "Happy crappy laffy taffies"

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Kick in the door

Im happy with the score

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Papi you're a softy, fuck with me ima eat you like candy, taste like laffy taffy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Pretty happy with where i live

Bars change a nigga life

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

When we were happy simultaneously