This is a song about "To tell my b"

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Tell me to go suck my thumb

Car seats got screens in them

On they car note to go to the club

Trin to tell me get my game up,