This is a song about "One tell that"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Yo, this one goes out to all my haters that said i never could. let me tell you

Why not me the same thing

Tell me that you call that rapping

Im'ma tell you one time don't touch her yo

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Lemme tell you that you can keep it

Tell you that your anything but mediocre/

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Don't tell no one i need it

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Numerology can tell that you're clearly a seven.

Don't tell them that i cried

And if i want to go outside