This is a song about "Being real and thot that are not good"

I've been down feelin like i am clown through are not that good rhymes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

That is their real place not the billboard's list of hits

Just another product of this matrix

Baby im in the zone

That we are not a lone

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And got her room number, you can find me there

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

And i still real,not like one of that actors

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock