This is a song about "Story teller"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Baby, you know who you are

You're the story teller

On they twitter writing novels, see

But she dont know the story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

So whats the moral of this story?

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I guess now i'm done telling this story,