This is a song about "Life stories"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell

Bring the battering ram where you live

Stories that truly criticize

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed