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

And teach then not to meet people like u

I really love my miami crew

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

And all the stuff that you went through

He ain't give a fuck about you

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

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