This is a song about "God are you real or fake"

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

You never seen heard smelled or met a real mc

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Regardless if your a fake or a snake and you can try you can sigh

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Fake scenarios i would often create or were they real?

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Don't you dare say i'm fake, cuz i'm keeping it real

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake