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

You know you messing with a real nigga.

How beautiful are thou, africa

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Every day, a star is born,

He gave him a platform

Every day, a star is born,

Cutting me this worthless check

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new