This is a song about "Tell em"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I tell em fuck off cuz im fifteen already addicted to nicotine,

Get my taste from all of my bitches

You coming too so tell em this

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Tell em i cannot complain

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

So tell em surya will always rap harder

Just don't tell 'em i'm a demon and my fuckin' soul's hollow,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow