This is a song about "You think you real"

But this real, fuck how you feel

And you don't eat, like bitch for real

Pay dues like a hair salon

I know you think you on

Is written in our souls, africa

You know you messing with a real nigga.

The engine in back of my car

Who do you think you are

So rest your weary heart

You think you are all smart,

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I know you think you cool

You start to shake and you cant think

And you could find interest

Just because i speak some real shit, you think im crazy shit i think you are just a little bit,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit