This is a song about "On that real shit"

Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I wanna spit some real shit, now that is simple and plain/

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

On that shaq shit, buick,

No car key and i mean that

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

These streetz so corrupt so that threw me on some other shit