This is a song about "Telling you how i feel"

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

To tell you right now how i feel

Pleasure and failure came together man you probably know how i feel

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

You'll fit in just fine and then ask how you still feel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

No telling how many rappers

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel