This is a song about "Reality check"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Better hope for a rain check

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

His trek ends abruptly without check,

To reality and to the facts

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Apparently so did your check,

Yeah this shit got me feelin' robert beck

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Most of us are check to check, we're living rent to rent,

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

It's only a dream, check point reality one

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Headphones keeping loners in check/