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

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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Then keep your change like an oink machine

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet