This is a song about "Genie story"

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

But she dont know the story

No, not bombs over baghdad

Her life story was so sad

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

God mc oh my god you gotta see

So whats the moral of this story?

In my story, i'm the hero

No, just put us on death row

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

That would make a helluva story

Nothin sweet when i attend, see