This is a song about "So real"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Az's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

The club underwater, have em running out the front

So that's why i'll still real till i die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

I live it for real so i got away

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

I don't gotta be here