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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

We're the heroes unsung

I am not the only one

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

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

See, i'm just trying to focus

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream