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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

But that’s just life, where i’m from

We're the heroes unsung

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream