This is a song about "Heros and churros"

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And once i'm dead and gone

'til it's like a mile long

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

So this how it goes, they takin heros votes

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Children want heros but i've become a villain

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement