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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

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

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