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

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people