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

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on

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

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

They like talk to em young

We're the heroes unsung

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate