This is a song about "I feel like john gotti"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I feel like a misfit,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

But i still feel like something's dislocated,

I feel this beat like doug

Money i make em buck

Though my burdens feel heavy, i feel like they gettin light

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I feel like it's all in my head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears