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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You slackers don't know the meaning of real rap/

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

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

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

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages