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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

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

I know that im real and i know who we are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

So fuckin real that not even myself could top me

We never tattle, let god handle that

You are not a king or queen your real shit