This is a song about "I m real nigga"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

You good man, we don't want you

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

But there's nothing else inside

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Yeah, one time for the

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

You know you messing with a real nigga.

Beautiful are thou, africa