This is a song about "Heros and churros"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I don't know defeat

And kill yourself and your clique

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I fear no opponent

What i do, through and through and

We stay faded, need no occasion

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Children want heros but i've become a villain