This is a song about "Mrs tell"

Got four underneath the old-school as well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

So fast, can't copy

Don't tell me you sorry

While i'm making history

Tell your homeboy to try me.

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

You ask me who i'm stroking now

And now, i'll tell you how

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

With no problems to tell

This is heaven on hell