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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

For real my fists are made of steal

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Rap is music with real substance b

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You fuck around wit a real savage

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Cheat and steal, keep it real, eat a meal, life's will,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is