This is a song about "Bedtime stories"

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Stories we were told as kids

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

And id plead the fifth. . . but the stories are twist

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Stories that truly criticize

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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