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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Can barely walk the city streets

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

The race war, when it's us against all of them

That gon' be the realist tell em

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

The realist in the game

Then lost her faith again

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

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