This is a song about "The real"

I kill for the real it,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Been locked up eight years on the real

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Livin in the thrill, got me askin "is it real?"

The real slim shady's entered the building

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

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

The things that i can rap about that is real

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here