Real introduces you to Santa Fe Klan’s raw neighborhood pride. Over a head-nodding beat, the Mexican rapper salutes the friends who have had his back “desde cero” while painting gritty images of sirens, graffiti, and street hustle. Every bar shouts loyalty to his ghetto, a refusal to forget the alleys that shaped him, and a relentless drive to turn that struggle into money—but never at the cost of authenticity. When he repeats “Esto es real, no es mito,” he is staking his claim as a truth-teller for the streets of Guanajuato and the wider barrios of Mexico City.
The song also lets listeners peek behind the tough exterior. Santa Fe Klan mourns a lost love, aches for the embrace of a mother he rarely sees, and vows to lift his parents out of hardship: “No volveremos a tener frío ni hambre.” That vulnerability, paired with his promise to stay “real hasta la muerte,” turns the track into both a street anthem and a personal confession. By the end you feel the pulse of shared blood, shared pain, and shared hope—an invitation to walk the midnight city alongside him, believing that, sooner or later, luck will knock on the door of the barrio too.