This is a song about "I m the realist"

And this the endso good luck with your career

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Or who did, cause i did

Leave the scene m rated

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Made a million with the pen

That gon' be the realist tell em