This is a song about "The realist"

Where the fuck the chorus

Hop off the bus

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Still the man with the pan

That gon' be the realist tell em

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

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

As the tao converted the thief

I give bitches dick and leave

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Today ima choose to be the realist, i'm a realist, fearless,

One time for the girls with the right shoes

From the gutter to the roof