This is a song about "Drowning in feels"

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

It feels like they're drowning me, holding my head beneath water,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Like, "there's nothing in this world that tastes as good as skinny feels!"

But instead you get murders the case would be drowning,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Drowning in the political soup

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Cause it feels right, just spitin in the notepad and on the mic,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick