This is a song about "I m happy rap"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

I give girls happy meals (my dick)

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I"m the designated driver

Said when i do dirt wit her

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Now i can't feel happy by myself.

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was