This is a song about "I m the realest nigga born"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Like will after the double-u i was born ill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

I"m the designated driver

I thought i recognized her

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Emcee m b, remember the name.

I need to spit the realest shit to make up for inflation

Oh, yes, congratulations you run a millionaire invitation

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

She can only take so much more than her heart got

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

New canvas she need a new stroke