This is a song about "Tell her"

Get ma bitch on her knees, an i tell her suck then//

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

There is blood shes not clean i tell her to brush her teeth

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Your girl knows how to ride, tell her to join my ranch.

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Ask her what's the problem she'll tell you its nothing

We on a world tour, wale your man

Tell her thanks fuh last night for that good bang

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

When i tell her keep it drama free