This is a song about "Feelings for someone"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

What happened to feelings

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Dont give a fuck like what we need feelings for,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/