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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

If only i could rap to you

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

And i can't help but notice

You in to that animal stuff

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people