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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Thought this was forever love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream