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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And teach then not to meet people like u

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

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

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

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil