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

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

And teach then not to meet people like u

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive