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

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Come see real niggas on my team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live