This is a song about "Feeling good cause im the youngest in my family"

See i grew up in new orleans, l.a., with my family,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

For me and my people loyal to the family

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Only to awake in my room feeling gloom cause it wasn't real

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Rather then feeling guilty cause i'm not as good as they are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace