This is a song about "Real niggas"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

For real niggas who ain't got no feelings

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Real niggas know that i am the shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I wanna feel what's real.

Leave your inhibitions here

I'm stuck with that

Real niggas get real shit