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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

I'm breathing for a purpose

You in to that animal stuff

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots