This is a song about "Being in my feelings"

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

I seem distant, cause in my mind youre being blistered

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Had i not been exposed to these things

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Indicate/ the wrath and my will, when you're trapped in an ill/ stagnant of feelings

Forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Can't understand these fucking feelings in me, reeling in me,

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper