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

And teach then not to meet people like u

When i get to warwick avenue

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

See people to be leaving the cold medina

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you