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

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And all the stuff that you went through

Then i gotta say peace to you

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Flyer then the rest of them

We're the heroes unsung

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Trying to get back to this thing called love