This is a song about "How to be happy"

Is myself contemplative how to be something else

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Hoping to be dreaming, no, i'm happy it's real

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

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

Going to be filled with potholes, look yull see my dark un happy eyes

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Ill be happy to battle the faggot

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

How it's supposed to be