This is a song about "The feels"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

It feels to me that only way to free the beast

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Feels like the niggas i fuck with can't be trusted

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one