This is a song about "Real niggah"

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

Even if it's not real,

Hopin' when this bread get here

They don't hear my bark

No gimmick: real time, real heart

When you spill out hits

Cause real niggas do real things

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

‘cuz you always keep it real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel