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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Now i'm living out my dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

And if i do go you better come through

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

And all the stuff that you went through

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff