This is a song about "Nigga yhu phony but talking dat real shit"

I put some cash in ya pocket

Real niggas get real shit

He nigga dat set you up, is da same nigga you hid wit

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

Maybe i'm just being real but letting shit phase me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Beautiful are thou, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.