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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Everything ain't what it seems

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

My criteria ain't even that serious

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness