This is a song about "Life stories"

Stories we were told as kids

Look, need to call it quits

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold