This is a song about "I feel good"

But i guess its all good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

It makes me feel so good knowing that i could ever make it though,

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

But i just say that i'm good,

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Good vibes blowing my mind i feel happy, colors dripping like rain man i feel trippy,