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

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

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

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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