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

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

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

And i can't help but notice

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

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

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

And teach then not to meet people like u

When i get to warwick avenue

I just wanna be higher than that

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