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,

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Malcolm x, by any means

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Shit, we don't believe none of them

We're the heroes unsung

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

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Located in dublin, many people are chucking stuff at rock hudson and have stopped loving"

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

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

See people to be leaving the cold medina