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

Thought this was forever love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Tryna kill my dreams

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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

And teach then not to meet people like u

My home girl told me i got an issue

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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