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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Cause after all the lights and screams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

And all the stuff that you went through

I think i could save you