This is a song about "Real niggas ayy"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Real niggas get real shit

I know what you do with that

Ghost in the hook so real

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Real street niggas they relate to me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Destined to win, get respect where i live

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings