This is a song about "The real woman"

I just want somebody i can see

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

You'll need a miracle pill to be the next biggie, for real,

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The woman was alerted when i asked where her offsprings at

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,

Back up on my fly shit

I kill for the real it,