This is a song about "Stories"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And for eras to come my name in stories will be told

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Parallel on the other side

They just don't get all the stories applied

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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