This is a song about "Feels"

It feels like i'm still dreaming

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels

I mean the shit is, bobby seale making meals

With foreign names, valet the range

It feels like december 8th

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.

We never tattle, let god handle that

Life still feels unreal and i write bad

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And it feels like i gotta choose

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Inside it feels like im dying

I do the right thing

It feels like i'm still dreaming