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

And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

(and go berserk) all night long

Got campaign going so strong

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

And compared to real rappers you ain't even shit

Nights are still tough and long,

And we don't know no right from wrong

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

And, that shit you spitting isn't real at all

See i let my nigga split that

Iv not long joined rap pad