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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And all the stuff that you went through

Why we gotta argue

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

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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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