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

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You're spittin shit that isn't real and you pretend that it is

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

And that's all i long for in my rap career

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Nigga fuck the black and whites

I embody where real rap resides.