This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Because i strangle hold, the tale is told

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

But that's yet another tale that we've all heard before,

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

But i guess its bout time this tale went and ended,

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Of potential cases

Pocket racked up all big faces