This is a song about "Happy village"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I’m tryna be low key

When your sad angry happy

So happy that you're tearing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Until your submissive, admitted to the village where you'll be afflicted,

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

An happy home, that's my fantasy