This is a song about "Not being real"

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

Real talk with no staging reveal my true felling this is not

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

So the happiness i feel , must not be real.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

//sick of these topics not being discussed