This is a song about "Feelings inside"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Before, music reflected my feelings,

I don't give a fuck about feelings,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Feelings dissipated, can't believe i procrastinated

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

Cause lurking deep inside, subdivided and on the side are my true feelings stored away,

Those feelings ain't neva fiction

Riding around without a fuck given

She likes the way it hits her lips

Dont judge me ...its my feelings