This is a song about "Feel"

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Never stop to think about, how the feel

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

You could never feel the sad i feel

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Never thinking how her mother would feel

So addicted to this rush i feel

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

But i feel like we always gonna feel alive 

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I feel guilty, i dont wanna feel like this anymore