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

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

She can make a pimp fall in love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You in to that animal stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

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

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

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