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

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Let em marinate, you forever late

And all the stuff that you went through

My home girl told me i got an issue

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

You in to that animal stuff

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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