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

I'm coming home with you

And all the stuff that you went through

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love