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

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

And some people really do care, our heroes, our rocks.

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Teenage parties, i recommend you

And all the stuff that you went through

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

No more amore, i refuse to force you

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

And teach then not to meet people like u

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream