This is a song about "Feelings"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'm so deeply sorry for hurting your feelings,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Feelings dissipated, can't believe i procrastinated

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Sorry this is just for a rap battle no hard feelings,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Keep your heads up high

With feelings that we're dry

With some discontent the feelings ferment

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect