This is a song about "How happy you make me"

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Everytime you make me fall,

If you feel it, it must be real just

She said, “how you make your opponent

Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Of all that i could do, and how happy you could be

How dare you call me stupid!

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Observing every one of my movements learning, how to make me idolize/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies