This is a song about "Lockdown stories"

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Telling all your stories for people to relate

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

When you spill out hits

Stories we were told as kids

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

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

I see your heart is on lockdown,

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down