This is a song about "The real me"

Is my last girlfriend was horrible like hell facing the real me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You know im right, carnage was the real man to me

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see the real me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Will someone show me the real metabolism

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

He was the only one that was real to me/ believed in me even

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Do you wish the real me? to see my reality?

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.