This is a song about "Thats real"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Thats presidential rolex.

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Where real recognize real

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Real niggas get real shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

If i dont trust it i disobey, thats how you separate the real from the fake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

‘cuz you always keep it real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Even if it's not real,

Your bra up over here

But thats hard when its your soul thats constantly tortured

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work