This is a song about "Not being real"

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Not a choice but shows being careless,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Those words are real not crack,

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

//sick of these topics not being discussed

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust