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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

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

You in to that animal stuff

When they showed up at your door at christmas

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And all the stuff that you went through

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

When you're reachin' your dreams

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Hoping that nobody don't notice