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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

This is everything that we call hype

In rap terms he keeps it real

Quietly becoming a top tier

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

I rap what i feel, that's just my deal.

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

You are not real you are fake that's the deal