This is a song about "Tellin"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

You tellin me things that switch up my style, i dont need that

They tellin' different stories with the same plot, and you ain't even know it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

They tellin all these lies i despise, what do they represent?

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I been tellin' you why

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Stop tellin yourself lies