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

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

Then some lady named billie holiday

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

But once u make shit changes for real.....but on the real...im a take..dis moment,

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant