This is a song about "A real nigga born and bread"

Every day, a star is born,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

A new still-born spitting, tripping, real-born living,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

A new day is a born, and another story told,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Hotter then the place, that a nigga was born in

My talent should take me places i've never been

Every day, a star is born,

He gave 'em the platform

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa