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

Cause you the only one who can retrieve it

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

Lemme tell you how real this shii gets

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No one knew the real me

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Those who runnin won't tell you the truth,

I aint the one who abandoned you, you abandoned me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm here to tell you it all gets better

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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