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

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

You in to that animal stuff

Then i said i had enough

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina