This is a song about "Tell her"

She went her best, but lexiee's dead, tell her better luck next time.

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

But you never come when you period is five days

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs

Tell her thanks fuh last night for that good bang

And come back baby boomerang

She goes to spit i tell her, fuckin swallow tough ten//

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Nobody to hold her tell her everything's okay

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Tell her i'll be there friday with her pimp, about to fuck her,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

When i tell her keep it drama free