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

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The crown ruler is back

Iv not long joined rap pad

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

And now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,

(and go berserk) all night long

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

I live in reality, rap some real shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real