This is a song about "The realist homies"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The realist in the game

Things'll never be the same

The realist in the game

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

I do this for the homies that are not with you