This is a song about "The real playas and pimps"

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

Today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip-hop that says "stayin' real",

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And i don't write the fake i just write what i think is real

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run