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

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

So are you busy being angry that my flow is just better?

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And i still real,not like one of that actors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

And we know that ain't no good

Better than your bitch would

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics