This is a song about "Drake on real shit"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

All my love to these queens in here

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Honesty's crucial, lets get real with this shit

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

You can feel it via spirit

I talk about real shit

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

Couple grand when i rock the night

Real shit is wat i right

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear