This is a song about "Happy times"

We hustle to survive

You better get with the times

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When your sad angry happy

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Pretty happy with where i live

Just believe in yourself and you'll be happy

But five years from now i bet she see

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

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

When i get my hands on nines

The world seems strange at times

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And i'm happy once again

Wale they call me tiger stripes

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