This is a song about "Drunk on reality"

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

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

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Hopin' that my niggas see

Gloom tuning out reality.

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Where are you its not reality

Stone cold been drunk on the this love bender

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

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