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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

You in to that animal stuff

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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