This is a song about "Imma real nigga"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Okay so imma start slow

Preaching to the choir though

And imma make these hoes bleed

But i'm not worried

Bad bitches come in here

Where real recognize real

A legend have to bow, africa

You know you messing with a real nigga.

Eh fuck that other nigga, i be your real nigga,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

This a different motor man better go to work

When you strive for perfection

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.