This is a song about "Drake on real shit"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

No one-half and i hate math

Sing all you want, just don't drake on they ass

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Real niggas get real shit

The dead society of a poet

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

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

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Honesty's crucial, lets get real with this shit

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake