This is a song about "Doze of reality"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

But it's time you faced reality, it's time you snap out of that daze.

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

First off congratulations on the win

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Im tired of this place even though its reality

See me rocking shows with a 40 an some o's smoking till my legs doze,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Perception for us all is from the source of our reality

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I wrote this shit just for fun til i noticed the reality of it

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes