This is a song about "Working stories"

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Telling all your stories for people to relate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Got her going down, no teeth

Two different stories,

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Yes sir, please confess

Miss hard working, shit spurt mess.