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

When you're reachin' your dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

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

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

And teach then not to meet people like u

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

And all the stuff that you went through

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks