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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

They calling me often to offer me walls

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

I can always depend on my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops