This is a song about "Goin down for real"

I write these lyrics down for real, no cypher,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Theres no way out, except goin down south, back to where you came about

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

Go in hard, i'm stoned for real

I don't gotta be here

Can i get real for a split minute

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

There's people goin hungry, see some runnin for the dope and gin

Will somebody please show me how

The real slim shady can sit down now