This is a song about "Real thigs"

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Dope phonics, them niggas real

We blessed to be here

There must be another route, way out

I like my weed real loud real loud

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

But this real, fuck how you feel

Where real recognize real

Hopin' when this bread get here

To knock the hustle for real

‘cuz you always keep it real

All my love to these queens in here

Leave your inhibitions here

Ghost in the hook so real