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

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

She watchin' that oxygen

We're the heroes unsung

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Just before they seen my money in the green

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff