This is a song about "Eyebrows on feel"

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Lenses on but i still feel so blind

And you feel the suspense on my every sentence

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I feel the sand on my feet

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Trevor winn, despite my past, i feel on site/

C'mon baby get on the floor, feel the ground beneath you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

This is just me venting out on how i feel