This is a song about "His story"

Her life story was so sad

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Had to get carried home by his ma's friend and then the story began

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

That isn't without a story behind,

You can search but you'll never find

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

You're the story teller

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck the "story of your life"

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Even though his hearts so cold the story he told was practically practical

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/