This is a song about "I m really feeling it"

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Thuggin' till the day i die

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Cuz you know it's a feeling you really can't describe

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Oh your friends are sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

You don't mean that, you faggot

These hoes really feeling it

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

You really hated it when i smoked pot

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

Knowin that it was just somethin that i really never had.

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back