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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Da real queen spellin b

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

For real my fists are made of steal

I only roll with the real

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

I'm a real nigga, we fuck and then sing...

A real fender bender, mysterious like i'm slender/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/