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

He ain't give a fuck about you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

See, i'm just trying to focus

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps