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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

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

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

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Its either your real or your fake - no in between

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

Chances are, its probably real, something you can probably feel

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal