This is a song about "Happy merchant"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

An happy home, that's my fantasy

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So happy that you're tearing

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

When your sad angry happy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Now i can't feel happy by myself.

Pretty happy with where i live

We hustle to survive

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

And happy if its forever

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir