This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Behold the unrolled scroll, my tale is untold and woe.

Or know them testament verses

Of potential cases

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

That's motivation, my people living wicked

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

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

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

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

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators