This is a song about "I aint real"

I'm doing shit i never might of did

You bars aint real dawg,they feel so plastic

Cause i aint talking crap

Sneak up on attack

Swear to god that ill stay here/ cause these other hoes just aint real

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

I must go like fly route

I like my weed real loud real loud

I aint scared to merk u

Don't fuck around and make it true

I aint a drug addict

Been blood with them bricks, pimp