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

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

But you're loving mine i am the shit