This is a song about "Being the realist"

Your being pushed into the dead sea

While i'm making history

Took the form of a human being

A break from what you hearing

At the thought of being popular

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

That gon' be the realist tell em

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And i ended up being the bad guy,

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.