This is a song about "Long rap and real shit"

Real niggas get real shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

(and go berserk) all night long

But just when it gets good, she's gone

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

And i'm keep on talking shit as long as i got both my jaws

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

My sim card's the bomb

Nights are still tough and long,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

We at the top where we belong

(and go berserk) all night long