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

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

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

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

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

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And teach then not to meet people like u

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people