This is a song about "Real niggas"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

And all women who had light features, see

Real street niggas they relate to me

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Took me mighty long to get here

I wanna feel what's real.