This is a song about "The real deal"

My fame's no mistake since the deal

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Never grab the steel, don't matter if you have a deal,

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Wonderin in a fright what's the deal, was it real or just from last night's trip?

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

Baby i’mma mess, mess

A cannot deal with the stress

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

So that must mean it's as real as a deal in deal or no deal?

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real