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

And word i blew off herb i grew

And all the stuff that you went through

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

Car seats got screens in them

We're the heroes unsung

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

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

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

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream