This is a song about "Being in my feelings"

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

My feelings diced, another family hurt tonight.

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Before, music reflected my feelings,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

I don't want to hurt your feelings so i'm being gentle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

A ph.d in being dumb, my dream girl. my only one

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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