This is a song about "Happy hour"

God has blessed her, prada dresser

And happy if its forever

Write a 16 in half an hour,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

She thinks nothing of it, says "i'll stay for an hour"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I step out of the shower in about one hour

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Pretty happy with where i live

I'm everything that they call nice