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

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

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

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

Ive been in brawls where ive been beated till i could only crawl, the world is to small,

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

"by the way i can tell what you do"

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

But i can tell you i got some comebacks myself

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

I can tell you that it was not a mishap