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

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on

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

I'm breathing for a purpose

You in to that animal stuff

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

I got a dollar and a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Little more weed, first class seats

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps