This is a song about "Real things"

The dead society of a poet

Real niggas get real shit

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

That going through some things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Fights break out because of the little things

Then i said i had enough

Yet the things that i love

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

This is like riding through the city

Spitting things inefficiently?