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

And all the stuff that you went through

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

Can't nothing come between me and you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus