This is a song about "You better tell who the real one"

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

"haha, i tell you what you what's real"

The one who can´t even show a real smile

I never smiled as a juvenile

You better keep counting them one by one

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

You tell me i'm sweet, but you're the one who started.

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Nobody but each other could be the better half of either one of you

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

I'm here to tell you it all gets better