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

When you're reachin' your dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

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