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

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Just before they seen my money in the green

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team