This is a song about "Real things"

Couldn't understand why things

I only got four minutes

The things that i can rap about that is real

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

And i'll make things creamy

Back with a vengeance

Cause real niggas do real things

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Where real recognize real

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Creeping into real things, like maniacs