This is a song about "Love being in my feelings"

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

My love is a masterpeace to thrive in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for

While scheming on hits

Words cannot describe my feelings

Why they just want my balls, they dont care bout my feelings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings