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

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

See people to be leaving the cold medina

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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