This is a song about "Tellin"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

If you keep tellin’ me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I need a backyard full court size

Stop tellin yourself lies

And im tellin ya but your denying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

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

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

There ain't no tellin when i'll snap crackle pop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block