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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Those words are real not crack,

My four-four's givin payback

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And these people are signs, that it's not over/

The underdog of the underground has come far

I know that im real and i know who we are

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that