This is a song about "Two stories"

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories/

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

And for eras to come my name in stories will be told

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Telling everyone stories but they just turn him away

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

Remember when we telling stories, one was even 'bout a centaur

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store