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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Come see real niggas on my team

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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