This is a song about "We are real niggas"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Ask around about me, niggas know i spit that real shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare

Real niggas get real shit

How bout we blow this bit

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Those words are real not crack,

In the house, holla back

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message