This is a song about "My happy years"

For the first 12 years of my life

I used to have a nine to five

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Give me 4 more years to find my fate

They say he the key to my blessings

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

Driving my car to a foreign place

There she lied two years ago in my embrace

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears