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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

For real my fists are made of steal

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Go in hard, i'm stoned for real

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is