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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

And teach then not to meet people like u

And word i blew off herb i grew

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Then i gotta say peace to you

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps