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

He ain't give a fuck about you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

And teach then not to meet people like u

She gonna dance when that molly through

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam