This is a song about "Real niggas ride"

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Dope phonics, them niggas real

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Because you motherfuckin' niggas know i've been so real,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Taxi! i need a ride to the real world,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

You other brothers can’t deny

All my niggas ride or die