This is a song about "Not even being real"

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Not like you even realized

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

You think you're even close to being my equivalent?/

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Not a choice but shows being careless,

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

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Nah, not for real. that's not what i meant to say

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way