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

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

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

The long road to success is dangerous

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track