This is a song about "Tell her"

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Nobody to hold her tell her everything's okay

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

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

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

And tell her to make me breakfast

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

I made up my mind, on 24th august i was gonna tell her.

Tell truth you aint fucking with her

She can't be my mother