This is a song about "Let s just be real"

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I'll let them pray and they will feel real pain

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

I'll be doing big you lil prick just make me real sick

Or be real good at cooking

Know that it’s god working

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Just let me be the real free

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

That s protein rich/im a monster i conquer with a mic n a stick/real nice

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket