This is a song about "The real"

Hopin' when this bread get here

Fuck yo handout/ thats on the real

I don't gotta be here

To knock the hustle for real

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

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

Will somebody please show me how

The real slim shady can sit down now

Been locked up eight years on the real

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Sb nike's, with the grey box

He is the real influence to hobbs

She's looking real cold in the lobby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,