This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

I ain't hard to find is the tale that i kick

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Of being of always getting wired

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

A cautionary tale of fail and what not to say,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

I feel like we're in a fairy tale, but hell yeah it's a joke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote