This is a song about "My lif my story"

I aint about to tell you my whole life story,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

When he wrote the story that got my eyes teary

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

More blood, more pain, plain gain, that's my story/

And all women who had light features, see

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

The story of my life. it's really kinda shit.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

This is story of my four days inside

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,