This is a song about "Hacker of feelings"

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

For all the wrong i did , just as a kid. fuck it , a sinful life is what i live.

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Her expressing her feelings to me is a good start but of the worst part

Not king james, these were coke kings

Before, music reflected my feelings,

Of rapppin and showing her own feelings to the world

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first