This is a song about "Bottom of the heat"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

You'll skim my raps and just go past, but y'all give 420, great, and randy props,

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

But pride come before the fall, bikini bottom

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well