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

She gotta hold her head up high

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

News flash: concern in the city,

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Im the realest here, who the hell are you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I grew up in nola city,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Never had a chance to try

Uh the realest niggas are so fly