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

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

You in to that animal stuff

Cause my thing something vicious

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people