This is a song about "Jack you a facet you know salami the real killa"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Through emotions evoke the real inner you.

You know you messing with a real nigga.

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Nto a broad. why you so narrow,. fuckin cookey jack sparrow,

The reality is i don't know jack

And daddy's in the cadillac