This is a song about "Real me"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

My friends put me to a real test

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Insomnia controls me, holds me real tight,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

A real rap disaster, if you really wanna battle me

Lets come up to my city

Real street niggas they relate to me

All free, thats all me for real!

We blessed to be here

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Through these lyrics i'm giving you the real me,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

The real reason you don't get noticed in the real word is cause you copy me.

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty