This is a song about "In my geelings"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Rub my back, then let me lay

In my cabriolet

All the time with this glock of mines

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,