This is a song about "How i feel"

This is just me venting out on how i feel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

I speak from experience, i know how you feel

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I dont know how you feel about me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Justifying how i feel

We blessed to be here

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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