This is a song about "Rap real deal jump bump lump"

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

You're very attractive, and notice that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

She got me caught up in the moment

In my throat remains a lump,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Rap is music with real substance b

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Wonderin in a fright what's the deal, was it real or just from last night's trip?

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart