This is a song about "I told you"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Now i ignore the haters like huh wat was tht,...? i told you with this

I told you everything is gonna be alright

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I speak to cj often and sometimes

My wicked rhymes, i told you to stop three times.

I told you in started, that i'm insane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

She should have invited her

Told you i was better

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Told you i ain't worried, i ain't scared of the booth

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

I heard that statistic i almost cried