This is a song about "Feeling good about me"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Look inside my closet

Feeling good about it

So quit talk about how good you are

We be in the party like we own that bar

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

You never told me these things you were feeling

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

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Timmy got his bike stole

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul