This is a song about "Keeping up with reality"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Im filled with integrity, keeping my raps locked in my brain mentally,

All i want to do is bring you reality, with each and every line...

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Blinding me and keeping me up, no nights to sleep, for success is waiting

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Blinding me and keeping me up, no nights to sleep, for success is waiting

But that's reality.

Looking at your money