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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Teenage parties, i recommend you

And all the stuff that you went through

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets