This is a song about "In my feeligns"

In the lambo looking like a fly

Yow am ridin around in my

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

You stood me up and i understand

So rest in peace in my hand

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Yow am ridin around in my

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets