This is a song about "The summoner s tale"

I really can't under what s the fighting for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

We never tattle, let god handle that

The outline which you n****s out dated

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

If only i could go back into the 80’s

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

I ain't hard to find is the tale that i kick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick