This is a song about "Imma real nigga"

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

No gimmick: real time, real heart

They don't hear my bark

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Okay so imma start slow

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

And if you a real nigga dont need to lettem know/ you know who you are

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Cuz imma fucked up nigga, fuck her in the ass then i ate her for dinner

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//