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

See people to be leaving the cold medina

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

And what i done just ain't enough

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

You in to that animal stuff

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I was taught to let the bad stuff go and suck it up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps