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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Where every recipient, property of the state

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

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

Young money motherfucker we the shit

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

You in to that animal stuff

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

And all the stuff that you went through

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you