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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

And i am one of one

We're the heroes unsung

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

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom