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

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

And teach then not to meet people like u

When i get to warwick avenue

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus