This is a song about "All real"

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

And, that shit you spitting isn't real at all

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I spit real flow, all you do is just yell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see