This is a song about "I can tell you where im going i can only tell you where ive been"

From what i read, i can tell you ain't that smart dawg shut it

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

But i can tell you i got some comebacks myself

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

But can you just tell me why you played me like that, so i can die in pride

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

You can probably tell,

And i ain't goin' well

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick