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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

And all the stuff that you went through

We're the heroes unsung

I'm a son of a gun

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus