This is a song about "The realist"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

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