This is a song about "Real niggas die"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

While real lyricists die off, leavin' nothin' but emptiness,

It ain't like that

Real niggas get real shit

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

That's the window into the sky

Now its your turn to die

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

A military mind mean money

Real street niggas they relate to me