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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

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

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

See people to be leaving the cold medina

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Regular girl, celebrity dreams