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

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

You in to that animal stuff

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

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

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people