This is a song about "All real"

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Damn, man all this strife ain't mine, i just get real nice and rhyme,

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Keep it real and trill, all of you, love y'all, be a star!

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Because we all know that i am the real king.

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that