This is a song about "Happy rap"

Its all bullshit, you gotta do what makes you happy

And all women who had light features, see

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I actually was happy and glad

When we were happy simultaneously

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And happy if its forever

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Just now someone told me to just be happy

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

So happy that you're tearing

Bun b, i’m underground king

The shit that i spit is more

Im happy with the score