This is a song about "The real deal"

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

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

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I get my paper, y'all just hate

The dea and the cca made a deal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

I got to make sure that i can play here

My fame's no mistake since the deal

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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