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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

You in to that animal stuff

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

What happened to the stuff we used to do?