This is a song about "The real relax"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Been locked up eight years on the real

38. i seek to relax,

Girl, you got me in a trance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

A little worked up so i'll relax with the pax

So boys sit back and relax cause you gettin the same shit you gave us

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And you all will respect that

I kill for the real it,

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs