This is a song about "Real quick"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

Hope all over again, we can start

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I'mma let you hang chick

No bitch teach me to critique quick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Proved them all wrong right quick.

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Whatever it is i feel it coming quick

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Just let me type this psycho shit real quick

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music