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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

And all the stuff that you went through

Wolf gang, triple six crew