This is a song about "I feel good"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

For us to find our way

Too good, i need a delay

My nigga, no hook

What i do though for good

I got sorta good at pretending

Back with my heart and i'm venting

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

Cause u know that this my jam

Once i knew a good man