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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

And teach then not to meet people like u

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

You in to that animal stuff