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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

You in to that animal stuff

Ships that sail to distant places

Just before they seen my money in the green

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

And all the stuff that you went through

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Might be leaving with me before the night is through