This is a song about "Feelings about the world"

Just remember the feelings we shared

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

When the feelings i always had are hard to describe

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

Words don't compare to the feelings we feel inside.

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Some say skillz is the reason why these nigas catching feelings.

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

You talk big about the corrupt world

Back like i never ever left in the first

With some discontent the feelings ferment

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend