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

(and go berserk) all night long

You just gotta be strong

I got a rap sheet to my name that's just too long, and you ain't even know it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

And all women who had light features, see

But now i'm killin' rap shit, y'all could ask it, but that's real dope,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

I work hard for everything i get

I live in reality, rap some real shit

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I embody where real rap resides.