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

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Here i go again, falling in love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate