This is a song about "I m the realist"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I"m the designated driver

Name, and your entire

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die