This is a song about "I m the realist girl"

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

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

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,

I wish my girl could play the banjo

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Mad, still make em naked

Leave the scene m rated