This is a song about "I spit the real"

Shotgun in the drop made a right

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

She told me the story i dont know if its real

I wanna spit some real shit, now that is simple and plain/

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Im the shit when it comes to the lyrics i spit,