This is a song about "How it feels taking a picture of you"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Powdered milk, that's how it feels, we need somethin' to eat,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Know how it feels waking up every morning

Watching for the cops that's moving through

It hurts you, but it feels pain too.

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

It feels like a big race,

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

How it feels to be sundered from your lover because you blundered