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

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

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

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

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

And teach then not to meet people like u

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

You in to that animal stuff

Hoping that nobody don't notice