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

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

I'm tryna learn somethin new

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again