This is a song about "We werent real"

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Yeah.....uh huh. we gonna keep it real yo.

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

We looking for a bite to eat real quick

He wishes that people werent so selfish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

We never meet in real life,cause i make you quit rapping like vanilla ice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And if you not with us you'll be thinking where you weren't

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

We forever be real, we' are made of teal