This is a song about "No tellin"

You tellin' me to cheat on it but i will never listen,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

My first time i may stuff up by tellin a story that has no end yet

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

They tellin' different stories with the same plot, and you ain't even know it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

You'd tellin' me if you had crews and nothin' to lose,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

They tellin all these lies i despise, what do they represent?

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop