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

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track