This is a song about "Be i m real"

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

So the happiness i feel , must not be real.

I"m the designated driver

And that i spent the night with her

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

But i listen here and all i see clear is you may be real hard

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever