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

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

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

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

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

I wanna be next to you

And all the stuff that you went through

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

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