This is a song about "I can feel you breathing down my neck"

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Breathe. sense. i can feel it in my veins

For the occasion, paper planes

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Code red, which means you go red

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep