This is a song about "I make you happy"

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

And all women who had light features, see

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

To keep you happy ile do all i can,

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

I ain't happy with the score therefore

And i don't run counters no more

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

While i make you stair, in the mair

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

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

They thought i was happy, bubbly and weird

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

When i get to warwick avenue

I ain't make music you gon bang to