This is a song about "The story of frendship"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And now ya'll know the rest of the story

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Moral of the story has a deep with held meaning,

Assured of my own glory i won't ever change my story

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Bet yall never heard of the story of the lost verse bitch gave me dem digits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But she dont know the story

Riding around with niggas that i grew up with since mcnair

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

This is story of my four days inside

You're the story teller

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever