This is a song about "Bedtime stories"

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

They just don't get all the stories applied

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And for eras to come my name in stories will be told

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Yet your the one who doesn't have a bedtime.

Let me put my funk on this one time

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Telling all your stories for people to relate

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

I'm everything that they call nice