This is a song about "I m on it fo real"

Doin' it fo' the stack, hol'up i need ta reload

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

She gotta hold her head up high

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

She's cute but her forehead's big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

That's why i keep it real, i don't fill the groupie dreams,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane