This is a song about "Story"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

That isn't without a story behind,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Young'n in the fader like laundry

But she dont know the story

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

This story is fictitious and delicious.

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

A convoluted story, not really

The good kid from the ugly city