This is a song about "The five elements of a story"

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Clocked into a story of a man

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

The story of my life. it's really kinda shit.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

The story of my life. it's really kinda shit.

The real muscle in the message of that

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free