This is a song about "Invalids story"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But my dads a different story

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And when it's said and done

Like a story with no lesson

The weed in me is real sticky

A convoluted story, not really

To them it's simply a story

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,