This is a song about "Real shit bro my moms more of a g then u are ho"

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

The next day you is everybody target

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

The good kid from the ugly city

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Take her back to where i live

Sit there with your ho of a wife

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

We race foreign cars, custom models