This is a song about "The realist homies"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

You're going home alone cause homies show you to the exit

I'll never call you bitch again

The realist in the game

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

I took it to jigga he said it wasn't in the budget

Got a house full of homies, why i feel so the opposite?

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation