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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

And your not a rhino though you are that albino

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

That we are not a lone

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

That everythings fine, ok and good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

So fuckin real that not even myself could top me