This is a song about "Tellin"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Yo i'm tellin' you dawg i'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Im tellin the honest truth

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And im tellin ya but your denying

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Tellin me not to think about it too much

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Stop tellin yourself lies

Rollin' down the four o five