This is a song about "To tell my b"

So gon' and be my dealer baby

U about to get murdered b

I woulda done anything for my own

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

I need to tell my opposites it’s their nap time/

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Well you must tell it to escape my friend

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b