This is a song about "Feeling bad"

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

My garage full of cars that bounce

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill

With no wings, feeling sly

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

You ain't gon find that

Told me whats good and bad

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

It's actually disastrously bad

When that money calls i holla back