This is a song about "Real niggas"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Real niggas know that i am the shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Hopin' when this bread get here

Dope phonics, them niggas real

Ask around about me, niggas know i spit that real shit

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Cause real niggas do real things

Real niggas get real shit

After that moscato hit