This is a song about "Real niggas die"

Real street niggas they relate to me

Cause all i want is you, baby

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

So that's why i'll still real till i die

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And you all will respect that

Real niggas get real shit

Yeah, since i was a knee high

All my niggas ride or die

She said my love is outta here

Where real recognize real