This is a song about "Catching feelings for my partner in crime"

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Before, music reflected my feelings,

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath

Thinking my life is a crime

I got a part time