This is a song about "Finding the real girl"

Cause you love me, call me daddy

No one knew the real me

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

You're the luckiest girl babe

I kill for the real it,

Then play you all my latest shit

Been locked up eight years on the real

Took me mighty long to get here

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

The victims real shaken up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Just the next girl to blow,

The one girl that loved me

Hey, must be the money