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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

The most intelligent people are always five moves ahead of everything,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Now for a story of broken bones

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And now ya'll know the rest of the story

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

And this story gonna take a bit of time

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

Let me tell you all a story of my ignorant past