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

We're the heroes unsung

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And all the stuff that you went through

I was twelve when the gunned you

You in to that animal stuff

Rub the wood and ima show em love

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

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

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,