This is a song about "How im a real nigga"

Eh fuck that other nigga, i be your real nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Im a nigga wit a couple magic tricks up his sleeve

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Im a shoe in for this nigga im already interlaced

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right