This is a song about "Rhyming hard rapping real like b real fuck a snitch and dont steal"

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

You fuck around wit a real savage

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

I'm going off like a soda after shaking real hard

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You light-years behind here

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love