This is a song about "I m a real one"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

Let em marinate, you forever late

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Im a real one ,we don't need no nudes

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

She gotta hold her head up high

And i still real,not like one of that actors

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....