This is a song about "Heroes and villians"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And a fridge and some broccoli

My drive is like no one

We're the heroes unsung

But am i less holy

Living young and wild and free

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Hey your honor, is you kidding

And i'm dizzy and spinning