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

So now she picks up the gun

We're the heroes unsung

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

My home girl told me i got an issue

And teach then not to meet people like u

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks