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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

We're the heroes unsung

I told him get his 9 and run

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

And while you doin you

And all the stuff that you went through

I really love my miami crew

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck