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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

And teach then not to meet people like u

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love