This is a song about "Life stories"

Remember when we telling stories, one was even 'bout a centaur

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

Telling all your stories for people to relate

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Two different stories,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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