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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

And all the stuff that you went through

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You in to that animal stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina