This is a song about "Drunk on reality"

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

But that's reality.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Cause some of you bitches funny

Cause it your boy j reality

Listen to me. open you eyes to reality.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality