This is a song about "Climate"

And all women who had light features, see

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

. left in this pinch of taverns end, a ballers den while u crammed.

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

I can shift into reverse unnerved and still come in first

Consume and live with a soothing mood

Banging out niggas with attitude

I'm in the mood to battle, so, saddle your horses!

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Preseason before the season better size it

I can't stand the temperature,

Mark from kingston was a gun runner