This is a song about "Good feels"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And ejaculate, it feels great

Feels i gotta be rough

Then i said i had enough

It feels like i'm still dreaming

Bun b, i’m underground king

And she throws up whatever she eats

Pop me some swans for some patrician feels

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

It feels like december 8th

Knowing that i need you

Kinda feels like déjà vu

God damn it feels so good to get this off my chest

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed