This is a song about "Feel good inc clint eastwood"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

See the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Obama and bill clint,

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Good vibes blowing my mind i feel happy, colors dripping like rain man i feel trippy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

You could never feel the sad i feel

Hopin' when this bread get here

She went an hopped on it.....it made her feel good like a compliment,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I feel good, like lil wayne getting his dick sucked.

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

You've seen the way i feel

To what we doing here