This is a song about "My feelings are dead"

Nobody ain't own us yet

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Are we living or dead bro

We magnetizing the ghetto

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

My feelings are peeling and i'm kneeling so i don't begin unfeeling.

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Before, music reflected my feelings,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Still feelings are burried deep, but again that is just me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see