This is a song about "Happy eid kabir"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

So happy that you're tearing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Happy sadness lonely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i'm happy once again

Car seats got screens in them

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just believe in yourself and you'll be happy