This is a song about "The real luna"

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

The real influence to everybody who rhymes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Will someone show me the real metabolism

Been locked up eight years on the real

Took me mighty long to get here

Livin in the thrill, got me askin "is it real?"

The reason why they had to give me a deal

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

No one knew the real me

Will somebody please show me how

The real slim shady can sit down now