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

Two reflections into one

We're the heroes unsung

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

I can always depend on my mama

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Here i go again, falling in love

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

I'm after you bringing traffic through

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

And teach then not to meet people like u

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh