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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

I could think of a couple positions for you

You in to that animal stuff

Thought this was forever love

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

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And now it's clear as this promise