This is a song about "Im fo real"

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Im a real psycho from throat to brain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Real militant, im ill still killin it.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none