This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor

Gotta go, let her leave

Top of my pile of bodies

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

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

Return of the king of flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Like a fairy tale, it was just meant to be

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth