This is a song about "Im the the realist g around"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g

Bad rap, cuties claim

The realist in the game

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Believe me i'mma be your god

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot