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

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Ships that sail to distant places

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

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

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Show ‘em how much they really mean

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket