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

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

Because you motherfuckin' niggas know i've been so real,

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

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

It's the set, you know we real, my weapons only steel

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Know you heard of me bitch im a dog whistle

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Smoke ? you know it taste good

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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