This is a song about "How i feel"

But it's clouds over here

So i know how you feel

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Pleasure and failure came together man you probably know how i feel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Bitch im the man now/ thats exactly how i feel

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch