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

When it's all said and done

We're the heroes unsung

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean