This is a song about "Realest niggas in the city moist"

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I grew up in nola city,

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

By the way, their bodies are so juicy and moist!

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

100 to the top yeah you know the realest soar,

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Blood is the water in the city, you can never get clean in!

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Im the realest here, who the hell are you

Don't fuck around and make it true