This is a song about "Making it reality"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

And it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Reality was way better than it fuckin seemed.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

Reality, yeah it is, i see,

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Readin' a book n flippin' it loose,that's what the reality asked.

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast