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

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

I'm here to tell you it all gets better

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

The one who can´t even show a real smile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

And what i tell you, you better use it

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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