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

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

If your man can't keep up wit you

And all the stuff that you went through

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team