This is a song about "In my feeligns"

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

So rest in peace in my hand

That we can't forget the past