This is a song about "Heck happy slide"

Happy sadness lonely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

When your sad angry happy

When we were happy simultaneously

Third ward general, young cash money

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

As soon as i walk in the door

Im happy with the score

Daddy i'm good i'm now happy.

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

I really love my miami crew

Beat it up and slide right under you.