This is a song about "Real niggas ayy"

I'm everything that they call nice

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

Ghost in the hook so real

But it's clouds over here

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see the real me.

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Real niggas know that i am the shit