This is a song about "Not real friend"

So fuckin real that not even myself could top me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Those words are real not crack,

Bring that shit the fuck back

I needed a real friend, who didn't have a loose end

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Half your body laying on my chest

I may not be your best friend

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I'm not even real, just a figment of my own imagination