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

And teach then not to meet people like u

When i get to warwick avenue

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

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

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

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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina