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

If your man can't keep up wit you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil