This is a song about "Realist nigga"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Who knows what the

Your shit is whack, nigga

That gon' be the realist tell em

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the