This is a song about "The story of us hoodlums"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

When the two of us are together

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

//#moral #of #the #story

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

The story of fuckflossin mental manipulation at its best

Hop in and let me test drive

Fuck the "story of your life"

Give us the spirit of mandela

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha