This is a song about "Real bitch"

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

No gimmick: real time, real heart

And i must admit

Real niggas get real shit

And show that bitch what real sparks look like

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

‘cuz you always keep it real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

When im happy i get real bitches to call me daddy, they crawl all over me til i say quit bitch,

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

I figured out that it don't matter for real

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal