This is a song about "Mans world"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

But it isn't confined to a small mans imagination, but rather redefined by a man,

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

But i murder him first

I'm in the the real world

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst