This is a song about "I feel fantastic"

Be yourself, just show me you're real

So i know how you feel

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic

Totin/ semi automatics i blow apart the demographic and stretch it to shreds like mr. fantastic

I'm so fantastic, even the oldies love my racket.

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Fuck is you doing here

You've seen the way i feel

I don't gotta be here

Sorrow for what i always feel

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

Spitting till i feel lyrical cramps

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Don't try to dictate everything i feel,