This is a song about "Life stories"

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

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Two different stories,

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Telling all your stories for people to relate

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Together all the timethought it was true love

Ive had more stories,than youve ever read pages

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave