This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Top of my pile of bodies

Got her going down, no teeth

I hit the studio

Return of the king of flow

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Now let us start to preach, with a tale to scar you deep

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Out of mind out of sight

A cautionary tale of fail and what not to say,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way