This is a song about "What s real"

Confusing what was real and fake;.

What is it gonna take

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And i don't write the fake i just write what i think is real

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

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

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//