This is a song about "Happy merchant"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Im happy with the score

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

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

An happy home, that's my fantasy

Chillin' with homies and family

Remember when we went to happy times

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Third ward general, young cash money

When we were happy simultaneously

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

Happy sadness lonely

They say nothings ever free