This is a song about "Real sisters"

Fuck is you doing here

I wanna feel what's real.

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

When they twist and talk with they fingers

‘cuz you always keep it real

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Cause real niggas do real things

Not king james, these were coke kings

Dope phonics, them niggas real

But it's clouds over here