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

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

And teach then not to meet people like u

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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