This is a song about "Jack you a faget you know im the real killa"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see the real me.

And you know its real when you see an imperfect person perfectly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see