This is a song about "Real world"

Cause real niggas do real things

They say he the key to my blessings

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Even if it's not real,

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Ghost in the hook so real

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Girl would've given boy world

But i murder him first

I got that mass appeal

Where real recognize real

Back like i never ever left in the first

For serial killings across the world.