This is a song about "Happy trail"

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

Malia family, we the family

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Im happy with the score

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

When we were happy simultaneously

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

So happy that you're tearing

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating