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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

And all the stuff that you went through

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh