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.

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

The numbness of reality like an orange

You're a slut out of reality sucking virtual knobs,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

But my reality is all of your inner souls