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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

And i put you on the team

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

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

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Together all the timethought it was true love

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

As your family dies, and my family rise