This is a song about "On that real shit"

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

The real muscle in the message of that

Real niggas know that i am the shit

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

The dead society of a poet

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

That shit is real crass, somebody drop the bass cuz i am about to kik there ass

So i banged for a minute

I talk about real shit

But now im on that fuck shit

You, you, you have to pay for that