This is a song about "Shit just got real"

Real nigguhs ain't scared of shit real nigguhs take care of shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

It's just i got a list of shit that i just have to be on

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

I'm just writing real shit like i'm supposed to, bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Couple grand when i rock the night

Real shit is wat i right

Was it real or did you just dogged she like dog shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot