This is a song about "Short and real"

J. cole runnin' late

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Lifes to short and fast its like our minds are getting intruded

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And you don't eat, like bitch for real

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

I got to make sure that i can play here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

The only time i flirt with her

And this is real scripture

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait