This is a song about "That real we up"

We goin out we showin up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

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

Im rappin poetry dude its time we got real

Loreal make up i mean are you for real

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

A twenty somethin cup

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I got to make sure that i can play here

Tried to convince myself that that shit wasn’t for real,

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere tv-land along the way?