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

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

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

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And all the stuff that you went through

Knowing that i need you

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that