This is a song about "Lockdown stories"

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Over me the same peeps that have died

They just don't get all the stories applied

Together all the timethought it was true love

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

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

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees