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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff