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

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And teach then not to meet people like u

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

See people to be leaving the cold medina