This is a song about "I spit real fact"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

My potential is real, 14 and i'm able to spit this

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

I spit real flow, all you do is just yell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

When i blow up i’ll spit it real, these critics’ll know,

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

The fact that i stay alive

Before we see it's hard to live