This is a song about "Stories"

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Probably makin up stories so you seem like a g

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

I'm everything that they call nice

Two different stories,

Tryna kill my dreams