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

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And teach then not to meet people like u

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

But that’s just life, where i’m from

We're the heroes unsung

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough