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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

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

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Yo, turn me up some

We're the heroes unsung

And all the stuff that you went through

And no nigga gon love you

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

City national bank evolve into shape

Ships that sail to distant places

Im true to my word and spit real stuff