This is a song about "Reality tv and myself"

And it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Know it good when she go no hands

To reality and to the facts

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Genuine leather ill be the glue that bring reality and rap

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Scarfin down barbiturates dreams and reality there's no different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Take a look at their bars and you will see the reality

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I slapped myself across the face and told myself "hell no,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow