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

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

You in to that animal stuff

Don’t you be holding back, your love

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks