This is a song about "Long story"

This is my day year long

Well, the club bout to hear this song

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That would make a helluva story

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

But she dont know the story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

To them it's simply a story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

This story is fictitious and delicious.

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was