This is a song about "The realist homies"

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I let her fuck the homies while i blow them trees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

The realist in the game

Bad rap, cuties claim