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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

It's roc nation, this my team

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

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