This is a song about "Finding the real girl"

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

No one knew the real me

And my kick game beyond crazy

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Finding that silver lining

Don't want to be the king

The victims real shaken up

I don't really give a fuck

All my love to these queens in here

Look , the come up is real

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say