This is a song about "How can you tell me not to feel bad"

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Like, after hearing my lines, how can you not be a fan of me?

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

You can tell everybody that you know how to rhyme too

Telling you not to feel sorry

To cali, to cali

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I can tell you smoke - i'm not sure if you tried to rap or if you just choked

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

I don't really give a fuck

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut