This is a song about "Being real to the game"

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Sentenced the public to being a peasant,

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable