This is a song about "Real thigs"

I dont really shakespeare

Look , the come up is real

Scars arise, cuts on my thigs, surrounded by lies

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

If you're not really here

Ghost in the hook so real

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

To see who's really really real.

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

‘cuz you always keep it real

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

But this real, fuck how you feel