This is a song about "This aint s real s i represent my colors till i die g s"

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Living out of a homeless shit

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

I really can't under what s the fighting for

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep