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

And she throws up whatever she eats

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

See people to be leaving the cold medina

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

We're the heroes unsung

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam