This is a song about "Get real"

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

When im happy i get real bitches to call me daddy, they crawl all over me til i say quit bitch,

Honesty's crucial, lets get real with this shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

Get ready, cause you can't keep it real

I got to make sure that i can play here

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Gotta fix that wack 'fore you get real trapped!

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Honesty's crucial, lets get real with this shit