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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

You in to that animal stuff

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And all the stuff that you went through

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Tryna kill my dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps