This is a song about "Encouraging stories"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Surrounded by your peers, encouraging everything we fear

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds