This is a song about "Being real"

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

We know we always out

I like my weed real loud real loud

For going on being

Let my angel sing

So if they better than the kid

I’m being sarcastic,

They claim it as their own, africa

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Hopin' when this bread get here

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

If you're not really here

‘cuz you always keep it real