This is a song about "The feels"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Feels like space's a big place but it's in the haste

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Everybody watching while you touching real money

See, the bitterness doesn't last long, it just feels like perpetually