This is a song about "I feel like a butt"

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I like to poop out of my butt,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

I feel like i heard a faint siren in the distance...

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

I restarted freshly now i feel like a king,

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing