This is a song about "How to be happy"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You'd think we'd all be happy just to live here on this planet.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

How to be looked down upon

Lf beat this slut to death ill be happy and laughing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Because maybe now i can finally be fucking happy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see