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

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

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

I'm the real rapper in the game and y'all just participants

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

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

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Cause im coming with the real shit and i lyrical typhoons

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

And see that she is the real #1 prize

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,