This is a song about "I want to tell you about how we made life go from one to another"

What's real/ i want to tell you a story about a beautiful arab

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

About shit you never want to think about but you do

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I learned how to take one and divide him from the fake ones,

To tell you right now how i feel

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

No one adventured with you so one knows about the life your now used to

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

I promised you to not tell anybody about your stuff

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You only have one life and you're about to lose it