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

All that ass in your jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you