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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

If only i could rap to you

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

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