This is a song about "Feel good"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

If you think lil wayne's good,

This information is vital, look

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I feel like diffused bait when i get good news wait there's more like the cruse sank

I make female rappers look good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

It makes me feel so good knowing that i could ever make it though,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

From hollywood to the hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,