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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

I'm a real man and you know it's true,

And i could see you coming home after work late

That's right i know you don't do real estate

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The real reason you don't get noticed in the real word is cause you copy me.

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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