This is a song about "Not hearing the whole story"

But she dont know the story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

//this is not the ghetto lifestyle i live, y'all know my story

Or hearing the noise of ammo

I ain't tryna brag though

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Now the whole town fears me, the whole sounds thats so eerie it messes up yo hearing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

You're the story teller

Took the van, went snatch her

The devils stuck with this never hearing hero

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow