This is a song about "So real"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Need size to be wise i'm real so i feel

Man i'm so ill let me spill this real shit/

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

Hopin' when this bread get here

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

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

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you