This is a song about "Real social dynamics"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I make my ceramics with the greatest of my dynamics

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Know give me a head start

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Blasting out some backyard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Cause real niggas do real things

While scheming on hits

Real niggas get real shit

And you all will respect that