This is a song about "I call you bakera because thats your real name"

Or something that you paid for

If thats your job, call me the saboteur.

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Just because i speak some real shit, you think im crazy shit i think you are just a little bit,

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

When i came to your place without even saying your name.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

But if you'll get up,remember your real name

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

Because you motherfuckin' niggas know i've been so real,

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Your so fucking annoying i should call you a parakeet,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep