This is a song about "Feels nigga"

Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

You're that secret place

It feels like a big race,

You redundant, you never ever change

It feels like december 8th

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Pop me some swans for some patrician feels

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Knowing how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to bleed

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,