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

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

You're my reflection and all i see is you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Y'all similes is literal shit

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you