This is a song about "I can tell"

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and i haven't read you rap yet,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

As long as i stand, you can tell that i'll be strong as i can,

I know some people call me real as hell, but i don't think you can clearly tell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

"by the way i can tell what you do"

And real bitches don't respect you