This is a song about "Not even being real"

I must not fear being insane

Now that's what you call a game

Man, i'm not even incest,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Fuck that now trying get the money

No i’m not being funny,

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

Not a choice but shows being careless,

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Stop being a pussy,battle like a real one

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

So the happiness i feel , must not be real.