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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I bet that mirror gon show you

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

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

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See people to be leaving the cold medina

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean