This is a song about "Real nigga hours"

I could go on and on and on for hours,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Those seconds are precious like hours

Those seconds are precious like hours

Actions speak louder than words

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

They claim it as their own, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse