This is a song about "Rare mind keepin it real don t be tellin me no lies"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

All the work, it made me real.. i have no fears

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Shout out to everyone keepin it real

I got to make sure that i can play here

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

You don;t thin anymore

Im seated by the floor

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I seemingly feel the need, for keepin it real in beats when speaking tough

Tellin me not to think about it too much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message