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

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

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

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff