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

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

And all the stuff that you went through

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

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

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

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

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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