This is a song about "Working stories"

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

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

Two different stories,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.

I'm hoping i confess