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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

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

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

We're the heroes unsung

Cold world no blanket son

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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