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

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I got a dollar and a dream

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And teach then not to meet people like u

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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