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

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

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I don't trust no one

We're the heroes unsung

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal