This is a song about "Realistic"

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

I'm realistic, why would i be kidding?

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

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

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die