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

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

See people to be leaving the cold medina

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

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

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal