This is a song about "Hacker of feelings"

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

What happened to feelings

Got a nigga seein things

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Of rapppin and showing her own feelings to the world

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

I hate these feelings that have grown a part of me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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