This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

I rather give you my last to see you live again