This is a song about "Realm"

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

By a brotha who was hopeless

I enter your realm with pure focus

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth