This is a song about "Elements of story"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But the beginning of this glory is quite gory let me tell my story

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And now ya'll know the rest of the story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So whats the moral of this story?

This is story of my four days inside

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree