This is a song about "Happy stuff"

Pretty happy with where i live

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Wish i could stuff all you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

Stuff you can't extinguish,

She dont have a problem with, with