This is a song about "Reality show off"

Chillin' with homies and family

Gloom tuning out reality.

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Listen to me. open you eyes to reality.

To reality and to the facts

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

Cause it your boy j reality

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Tryin to show off a rap

So i'm one with that