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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

The realest in the game, i'm bumpin' tupac in this bitch

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

She say she fucking with me the long way

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Which made me have to wait like leap year

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Niggas in the street scared

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,