This is a song about "Not even being real"

I'm fried from this ripple

Not even metaphorical

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I know what you do with that

Allah, not even dat

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

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

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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

The dead society of a poet

No i’m not being funny,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"