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

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

You know i'm the beast and you'd like to be it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

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