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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

And teach then not to meet people like u

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive