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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

I could think of a couple positions for you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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