This is a song about "Shit is real for real"

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Look , the come up is real

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Tried to convince myself that that shit wasn’t for real,

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard