This is a song about "Do it for a real nigga do it for a boss"

I do it for the classics

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

They ask me what i do it for

Lower than my credit score

I don't do it for others i just do it for me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

For the love of this girl i'd do anything for it

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

They ask me what i do it for