This is a song about "Im fo real"

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Im real. guys dass paralyzed and still feelin it.

You know im right, carnage was the real man to me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Im a real psycho from throat to brain