This is a song about "Real savage shit"

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

Mami... she open, she open

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And a list of evil shit that this fucking savage did

Because of you we are overly dedicated

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

When you strive for perfection

We're just popping pills yea that real shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

The next day you is everybody target

Honesty's crucial, lets get real with this shit

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that