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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

And teach then not to meet people like u

All that ass in your jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Be the king, that was part of my dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough