This is a song about "Life stories"

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed