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

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Then i said i had enough

It ain't where i been

We're the heroes unsung

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

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

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape