This is a song about "Real shit"

Ask around about me, niggas know i spit that real shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Razor grips, laser spit

I talk about real shit

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

One night love: i'mma need that

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.