This is a song about "Real emigrant"

So don't ask me why they strung out

I like my weed real loud real loud

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Real niggas get real shit

Took me mighty long to get here

Even if it's not real,

Fuck is you doing here

Where real recognize real

Look , the come up is real

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Semi-automatic, i spit real

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Az's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won