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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

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

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

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

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

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Then i said i had enough

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

If a nigga didn't fake like them

We're the heroes unsung

I can always depend on my mama

See people to be leaving the cold medina