This is a song about "The heros"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

From the bottom to the top

And i don't make no bed rock

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

The realist in the game

I'll never call you bitch again

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Enter the building through the window

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes