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

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

See people to be leaving the cold medina

I can always depend on my mama

I gotta tell you that my love is true

And teach then not to meet people like u

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

And all the stuff that you went through

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Everything ain't what it seems