This is a song about "Realist nigga"

Yeah, one time for the

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

The realist in the game

And my niggas all the same

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

They claim it as their own, africa

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

None of that bullshit nigga

The realist in the game

Through all the rain and the pain

Beautiful are thou, africa

Young roy to another nigga