This is a song about "Feel good"

Lobsters and shrimp im good

From hollywood to the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I make female rappers look good