This is a song about "Something real"

Weak stomach, i need something

Niggas dying like its nothing

Elongated skulls so whose who? something that the real jews knew,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

‘cuz you always keep it real

Tryin' do right by you got me here

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Real niggas get real shit

You ain't gon find that

Where real recognize real

To what we doing here

But i can't just walk away from something so real

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Chances are, its probably real, something you can probably feel

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here