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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

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

And teach then not to meet people like u

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Let em marinate, you forever late

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I could think of a couple positions for you

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people