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

And all the stuff that you went through

And while you doin you

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff