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

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

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

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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