This is a song about "In my feelings"

I hold.them.all.in concealing in me these feelings in me.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'd like to apologize in advance if i hurt your feelings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

It was my heart that couldn't hold the feelings back

It's my feelings and sadly i can't scrap that,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Play this shit while you contemplate